Wednesday, 22 October 2014


Write a story ending with '' I was not the same after the incident''            

During the last school holidays,my very close friend Abu and I went to the Cyber Cafe to play some internet games and to watch videos from youtube.  After playing for quite a while, my friend asked me to see one of the videos, he said that it was a good one. Without wasting any time I rushed to his computer to watch the video.It was about, Do it-Yourself kit on “how to make home-made explosion from black powder”.  After watching the whole video Abu and I had the same idea in our mind to try out this exciting Do-It Yourself Kit.Then  we decided to make our own explosive black powder so that we could blow-up everything in our neighbourhood.
The next day, we started to purchase the ingredients that we had listed from the  video.We had all the ingredients ready except for one which is KNO3 or otherwise known as potassium nitrate.  We went to all shops in town to find this deadly KNO3, fortunately we managed to find it in a gardening shop located two miles away from Abu’s home.At about noon, after we had all of the ingredients, we began to build our own laboratory.I remembered my mum reminded me to take care of the backyard and everything must be clean and tidy.Abu and I quietly planned the “invention” without dirtying the compound.We brought two refrigerator’s boxes in the junkyard.  We  also brought some boxes which contained the ingredients to the backyard.Later we combined the two boxes to make a spacious laboratory perfect for our magnificient experiment.After punching some holes to  ‘the lab’ for ventilation, we brought in the materials needed to make the black powder.
The mixture of composition began and we started to mix all of the materials together according to their ratios such as 15 parts of sulphur, 30 parts of charcoal and 55 parts of potassium nitrate.  After mixing all of the materials together, we were left with a chuncky powder.  If the black powder is not fine enough, it will only burns slowly and it would not create an explosion.So,we put the powder into the blender and grinded them to make a fine powder.  After that, we filled the black powder in a small barrel.Abu asked me to get old newspapers from my house to wrap the barrel, so I quickly ran to get it.

Suddenly,I heard a big explosion. It was too fast The explosion was so large that it shattered all of the windows in my house.Many houses that were one mile in radius were badly damaged from the blast. A few moments later, I was up on my feet,I felt a little dizzy, at the same time my eyes were blury and my ears were deaf. I then quickly ran outside through the back door to check on Abu.  As I just stepped out of the door, I was shocked to see that our box laboratory was disintegrated due to the massive explosion.I tried to find him but with my blurry vision it was like looking for a needle in a haystack.  Then I called out for him, after a few shouts I heard a faint coughing.  I rushed to find the source of the coughing, as I was crawling on the ground.Finally, I found him under the debris of the boxes.  He was covered with blood and both of his arms were gone.I held him on my lap and said, “It’s going to be alright,you just hold on’’.  I yielded for help a few time as tears were flowing through my eyes. As he was dying, I tried to talk to him but my words just stuck at my throat.  I just hold him tightly hoping that he would hang on until help arrived.Soon,the paramedics arrived.They put Abu  and me on a  separate stretcher and took both of us. At that time I barely remember what  had happened.I had passed out.          
 The next day when I opened my eyes, I was in a hospital  bed.  The doctor said that I would be fine. I tried to ask the doctor about Abu but the doctor just ignored me and told me to rest. Later, I then found out that Abu didn’t make it.He died due to massive lost of blood and a severe head injury Abu died because of our blatant mistake.        

 I had made a decision that had killed my best friend.I knew that I would never escape from the guilt of killing my own friend.  I had made a full recovery from the incident but the trauma remained.Now, when I heard a “bang” I could recall the incident liked it happened yesterday.  For what its worth, Abu was a really good friend.I was never the same after that horrible incident.

Complements to Teacher Ainul Mardhiah of SMK Tumpat.

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